CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Semi Addict (Studio Session)

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Wreaking havoc, seven pistols, automatic, it don't matter
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Doesn't matter, it don't matter, druggie addict
Hmm, I said

Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh)
The way I finger f**k that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic, uh
They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful sh*t

Put thе codeine on the rocks
If you rеach for my chain, you get hit with the Glock
Working all day, all night, n***a, nonstop
Pull up with the fog lights, can't see none
I ain't paying for pu**y, b*t*h, is you dumb?
But why you here? You should work for us
I promise you that you gon' have that Birkin bag in a month
I told you n***as I'll be on top
You doubted me and I said, "just watch"
Now I got clout, I'm on a cloud, smoking on loud, getting the guap
And Perky me down, bad b*t*h wanna twerk on me down
Asking me if my girl around, tryna get me ca-a-aught
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh)
The way I finger f**k that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic, uh
They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful sh*t

Uh-huh, brodie got it
Brodie up it, get to bussin'
If it is a problem, uh
No discussion, I get money
You do not get nothing, uh
Run up on me then it's over, .40 on me bustin', ayy
I got sick of n***as daily, I need Robitussin, ayy
Ain't no fightin' when I'm round here (eeh)
Even no Tesla, ayy
I be flexin on these n***as
I don't even got to move no muscle, ayy
I told you that .40 on me so no I ain't come to tussle, ayy
I ball out like Lebron James in the fourth quarter
I triple double, ayy
Talkin' that sh*t you get hit
Choppa make you jump like you double, ayy (uh)
Double that (uh)
Run up on me then I'm killing
'em (uh)
.40 on me I be drillin' 'em (uh)
B*t*h get the f**k out your feelings
You talkin' that sh*t, but I'm winning, I'm winning
I told ya'll lil' n***as I get it, I get it
I ball out like Kobe I'm swishin'
I don't give a f**k about n***as or b*t*hes (uh, uh)
I just be in it, off of the percs
I just be killin' off of the percs
Everyday I ball out like Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma give em' the work
Don't save hoes I ain't goin to church
Run up on me, .40 on me get murked
I'm finna turn to a whole different person
When I take this Xanax, Perc (Uh)
I need the medicine, feel like the doctor
Run up on me you get hit with a choppa
N***as be acting I think they need Oscars, yeah
All of my n***as is problems
Run up on me then I'm finna get bossin', yeah
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh)
The way I finger f**k that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic, uh
They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful sh*t

You don't got these on
Choppa on me, you know it will sing a song
If you wanna then we gotta come on
Uh, boollin' at the top, top, top, top
Jumpin' to the top like hopscotch, uh
I don't fight it all, I tote Glocks
I don't even gotta shoot, my bro pops (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
N***a came up, he done made it and sh*t
Remember skippin' school, gettin' faded and sh*t
Talkin' 'bout one day I'm finna make it and sh*t
Well, I made it, now I'm f**kin' famous and sh*t
High as hell walkin' 'round, bangin' and sh*t
In the studios life changing and sh*t
Everything is changing, rearranging the and, hm
Came from nothin', now I'm on top, hm
Platinum records already, I just start it
Sh*t be hittin' me so fast, I don't know what happened
I can't even tell my friends that I made it rappin'
I'm too busy, plus my phone with feds (Yeah, uh)
I shot out of nowhere, n***as hatin' but that's okay
I expected that my mama told me anyway
That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days
I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throw aways
I told that lil' b*t*h to ride it, ride it like a sleigh
I told her that lil' b*t*h she stuck with me like a slave
I went to go see my brothers grave
I remember when we were misbehave, damn
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh)
The way I finger f**k that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic, uh
They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful sh*t